It slips, it slides, it slithers and rides
It whines, complies, mutters and dies.
It sighes, it lies, it smothers the mind.
It cries, it binds, it ends all time.
It dives its mind, lucky and wise.
It dips the swoop, slyly all mine.
It sings the soul, smoothing and yet gliding.
Slicing and dicing
Sacking and stacking
Sauntering and smashing
Shining and glancing.
Composing and twisting
Mysterious and wondrous
Sadness and snappiness.
Sassy, wispy, raspy.
Sparkling, lurking, a shadow to the rest.
Smiling, dripping, sour to tame.
Sappy, sloshy, stocking , and softly
Sleepy, slightly, sucking, and stumbling
An endless game, for who knows all best?
Gots to guess, my dear friend, just like the set.
What is "it", hm, I wonder indeed.
-Brattney F.
Note: Not supposed to make any sense! But, I would like to know what you thought as you read. What do you think "IT" is?
I just wanted to write a poem where a lot of words start with S, end in S, or just have an S in the word xD
Thank yas!
